tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83892093567912924112014-10-04T19:12:09.756-05:00Singing My Life SongKChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11145201384179460066noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389209356791292411.post-19050953227160886202011-07-12T21:46:00.000-05:002011-07-12T21:46:06.921-05:00Who are you Praying Through?<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yyf0lQ-wXPI" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br />Have you prayed for our soliders today?KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11145201384179460066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389209356791292411.post-29608524731457983082011-06-21T23:22:00.000-05:002011-06-21T23:22:55.347-05:00I was struck with the strangest thought today......<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I pray for my children everyday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>I pray for my children’s safety in their daily routines.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I pray for their success in life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I pray for their desire to hold on to their innocence. I pray for their desire to follow hard after God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I pray for their future spouses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I pray that they are surrounded by Godly relationships, and that they will be protected from the wrong people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I pray that they are always gentle in spirit, and strong in their convictions. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I have many prayers that I send up for my children, and I thank God for trusting me with&nbsp;these &nbsp;children (<strong><span style="color: orange;">His children</span></strong>)&nbsp;everyday.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>However, there is soooo many aspects of their lives that I take for granted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I have never thanked God for making them the people that they are. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>I have never specifically thanked Him for making my son the tenderhearted, compassionate, and absolutely hilarious young man that he is.&nbsp; <br /><br />Seriously,&nbsp; his humor often brings me to tears.&nbsp; I just love it when he gets tickled at some witty comment he has made, and he will just laugh and giggle for hours about it.&nbsp;<strong> <span style="color: orange;">I am thankful for this</span></strong>......<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_eEH7gFqK0/TgFsLbXvPPI/AAAAAAAAACk/4XhxNp5hYcc/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_eEH7gFqK0/TgFsLbXvPPI/AAAAAAAAACk/4XhxNp5hYcc/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I have never thanked Him for making my daughter strong willed, courageous, and absolutely wise beyond her years.&nbsp; It never bothers her one bit to share what is on her mind-good or bad.&nbsp; Yes,&nbsp; this personality trait has led to MANY embarrasing moments as her mother.&nbsp; <br /><br />This child is not afraid of anything, and is as tough as they come.&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style="color: orange;"><strong>I am thankful for this</strong></span>........<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQ7n2DmLV8c/TgFrb6JO6HI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ld0kA0Qsbvk/s1600/scan0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qQ7n2DmLV8c/TgFrb6JO6HI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ld0kA0Qsbvk/s320/scan0001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I have just begun to thank Him for giving them the ability to do the thing that they both love-rodeo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; I am fully aware of the&nbsp;fact that&nbsp;t</span>here are so many children that would love to take part in the sport of rodeo, but aren’t physically able or do not have the means to participate.&nbsp; We are so blessed.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">So today I am thankful for all of these aspects of my children, and I am thankful for dusty hem lines, boots in stirrups,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fD_W72b-L3Q/TfQ38I2gxWI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZKDHvq-EaZo/s1600/100_4742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fD_W72b-L3Q/TfQ38I2gxWI/AAAAAAAAACA/ZKDHvq-EaZo/s320/100_4742.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">and fingers loosely wrapped on reigns.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-15nJW7KVwUI/TfQ4qxcgp3I/AAAAAAAAACE/SYb3lZEaXu8/s1600/100_4745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-15nJW7KVwUI/TfQ4qxcgp3I/AAAAAAAAACE/SYb3lZEaXu8/s320/100_4745.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <em>Ephesians 5:20</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>The horse is prepared against the day of battle but saftey is of the Lord.&nbsp;</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Proverbs 21:31﻿</em></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11145201384179460066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389209356791292411.post-26918330842354130752011-06-15T22:54:00.000-05:002011-06-15T22:54:43.890-05:00Lessons learned from a child are sometimes the most difficult to come to terms with.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Summertime always brings lots of adventure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>This year one of my adventures&nbsp;has been&nbsp;Vacation Bible School.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>My kids have been involved in many different VBS programs throughout the years, but this was going to be the first time that I would be involved as a member of the staff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I volunteered hoping I would get kitchen duty or even the job of cleaning the bathrooms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>No such luck.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>I was chosen to help with the Bible class. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I must say I was NOT overly excited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>For weeks prior we would have our planning meetings, and I would often wonder what I was thinking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>You see I do not do well with the unknown, and I am a bit obsessive compulsive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I like things just so, and I experience a lot of anxiety when there is disorder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>As you know anytime you are dealing with kids there is always disorder of some kind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>So you can see why this had the potential for disaster.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Our director laughed when I expressed my concerns, and said “Maybe God is going to teach you something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Maybe he is trying to get you out of your comfort zone.”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I prayed hard that God would fill me with the words I would need to reach these kids.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I prayed that God move mightily throughout the week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I prayed that He would just get me excited and calm my fears.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Last week was our church’s Vacation Bible School, and I was coming off a really rough week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Exhausted is an understatement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>So when you heap that on top of the anxiety I was already feeling that is a recipe for a really bad attitude.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Now I did my best to put on a happy face, and go through the motions of being excited to be there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>However, on the inside I was in a really foul mood, and I did NOT want to be there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As the week came to an end, I rejoiced, and never gave it a second thought.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Until Sunday night…….. When a father stood before the church to thank everyone that had been involved in VBS.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Then he asked his 6 yr old son to tell the church what had happened after Bible School.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>This precious boy announced as proudly as he could that he had accepted Jesus into His heart as his personal savior.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I felt like I had been ran over by a truck. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Tears streamed down my cheeks as I felt so happy for this child and his family.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Tears streamed down my cheeks as I begged God to forgive me for my horrible attitude about Bible School.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Tears streamed down my cheeks as I thanked God that my attitude did not cause a missed opportunity to guarantee this precious child an eternal future.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Tears streamed down my cheeks because I was so thankful that <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #e69138;">God is bigger</span></b> than my negative attitude.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Tears streamed down my cheeks as I thanked God for this hard lesson.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As I thought back over the week I remembered something that I had noticed before, but never really paid attention to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>This sweet boy sat in my class every night, right in the front, as still as he could be, and he hung on every word that was said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Each night he told me that my class was his favorite part of Bible School.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">How could I have missed this?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1U-18o57IY/Tfl6Cjo8EtI/AAAAAAAAACM/ajinvkgD9Jg/s1600/000_0129_00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1U-18o57IY/Tfl6Cjo8EtI/AAAAAAAAACM/ajinvkgD9Jg/s320/000_0129_00.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Who am I to get so caught up in the ‘me me me’ that I missed the big picture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">This is the prayer I wrote in my prayer journal that night after church.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Dear Heavenly Father, I come as humbly as I know how with a deep regret. I pray that you will forgive me for the negative feelings I have had about Bible School this past week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I am sorry for not feeling the excitement of being <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: orange;">allowed and able</span></b> to share your word with those children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I praise and thank you for the one’s that came to know you through VBS despite my attitude.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I pray that you will enable me to be more attentive to these opportunities in the future.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I thank you for this lesson.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I pray that I will never forget the smile on Carson’s face as he stood before the church tonight to proclaim his salvation at the tender age of 6.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Keep this fresh in my mind Lord, so that I never forget that my responsibility is obedience, and you&nbsp;will take care of the&nbsp;results.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Father, I pray that you will infuse me with a servant’s heart.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I love you, I praise you, and I thank you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>In Jesus’ precious and holy name I pray-Amen</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EO0f0n6YXnM/Tfl51p_lXzI/AAAAAAAAACI/CMbmEkL261o/s1600/000_0130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EO0f0n6YXnM/Tfl51p_lXzI/AAAAAAAAACI/CMbmEkL261o/s320/000_0130.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Then I searched for God’s word that would cement this lesson in my heart.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; tab-stops: 1.2in;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Then Jesus called a little child to Him, set him in the midst of them, and said, Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Therefore, whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Whoever receives one little child like this in My name receives Me. But whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to sin, it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were drowned in the depth of the sea.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Woe to the world because of offenses! For offenses must come, but woe to that man by whom the offense comes!</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span><span style="mso-tab-count: 8;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span>Matthew 18:2-7</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The leading of children should be our priority.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>This scripture provides direct evidence of this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>It also commands all believers to live a Godly life before children and <span style="color: orange;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">to</b> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: orange;">tell them about the Lord</span>.</b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I have learned this lesson, and I pray that it is one that I will remember forever.&nbsp; No matter what life throws at me I am to remain obedient to God.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Trebuchet MS&quot;, sans-serif;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;2Peas Heart&quot;s Delight&quot;&quot;;">K.C.</span></b><span style="font-family: &quot;2Peas Heart&quot;s Delight&quot;&quot;;"></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;2Peas Heart&quot;s Delight&quot;; font-size: 72pt&quot;;"></span></b></div>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11145201384179460066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389209356791292411.post-12406298073474754772011-06-11T23:25:00.000-05:002011-06-11T23:25:58.728-05:00Birds of a FeatherI was headed down the driveway this afternoon on my way to the grocery store (which seems like an everyday occurance)&nbsp; I saw this beautiful bird flying in front of my car.&nbsp; It was just a few feet in front of the car.&nbsp; As soon as the thought of it's beauty came to my mind this huge hawk swooped down and plucked it right out of mid flight.&nbsp;&nbsp;Feathers were going everywhere.&nbsp; I hit my breaks, and couldn't believe what I had just witnessed.&nbsp; As suddenly as it happened, they were gone back into the trees.<br />&nbsp;I sat there for a minute, and the thought occurred to me how often does this happen to us?<br /><br />&nbsp;You know there we are just going through life minding our own business when something/someone swoops down and plucks us right out of mid air.&nbsp; A crisis, a devastation, an interruption that disrupts our whole world.&nbsp; <br /><br />When this happens we often submit to the hawk that has us in it's claws.&nbsp;&nbsp; We let the hawk drag us into the darkness of the forest.<br /><br />But shouldn't&nbsp;we fight with everything that we have and let the hawk know we are still alive?&nbsp;&nbsp;Shouldn't we send up a distress signal to all who love us to come fight with us and for us?&nbsp; <br /><br />How the interruption effects our lives is based on the choices we make while&nbsp;in the clutches of the one that wants to see us give up,&nbsp;give in, and ultimately be defeated.<br /><br />But if we trust in the one that will always fight for us and with us we will have victory----every time!!<br />What a peaceful feeling......KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11145201384179460066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389209356791292411.post-49883644170743996882011-05-10T21:02:00.000-05:002011-05-10T21:02:19.097-05:00To be thought of<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As I awoke this morning the first thing I saw was my new book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>The thought then occurred to me that the reason this gift means so much to me is because even though I haven’t physically seen the friend that sent this to me in years she thought enough of me to send me a gift unexpectedly.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As I continued on my morning routine my mind kept returning to how great it feels to know someone thought of me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Thought of me on an ordinary day for no special reason other than she thought I would enjoy this book.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">As these thoughts filled my mind I rushed quickly through the laundry room to throw in a load of clothes before the rush of the day began.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>As I turned to leave something caught my eye.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>When I took a second look I paused, and it took my breath away.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">There through the window it was the sun beginning its day painting a beautiful picture as it peeked through the tree line and made its way above the barn. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>The pinks, purples, and oranges swirled amongst the backdrop of pale blue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I stood there captivated when God gently whispered to me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Much like my friend, He thought of me today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Thought of me on an ordinary day for no special reason other than I am His and He thought I would enjoy this magnificent painting in the sky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>What a wonderfully unexpected gift. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning.</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>James 1:17<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span></div>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11145201384179460066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8389209356791292411.post-88877837092223753502011-04-13T18:10:00.000-05:002011-04-13T18:10:44.415-05:00One of those really high pitched squeals.OK so today I had one of those moments where I squealed with delight.&nbsp; You know one of those really high pitched squeals that usually occurs at Christmas when your son realizes&nbsp;he has gotten the one toy that makes the loudest noise ever or when your daughter opens the finger paints or makeup.&nbsp; <br /><br />As a 30-ish mother of two I haven't had one of these moments in a while.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />I was busy in the kitchen this afternoon when my son came in and said, "Mom, your package came."&nbsp; I looked at him confused, and explained that I hadn't ordered anything.&nbsp; He said, "well, it has your name on it, let's open it and see."&nbsp; So I let him open the package, and I continued on with my work. <br /><br />He opened the package, and explained that it was a book One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp.&nbsp;Like the mature mama that I am,&nbsp;I ripped it straight from his hands and clutched it tightly to my chest--this is the moment the squeal escaped from my mouth.&nbsp; <br /><br />I am soooo excited to receive this book.&nbsp; I have heard tons of great things about&nbsp;this book, and have been dying to read it.<br /><br />&nbsp; You see, I did not order it for myself.&nbsp; A precious friend ordered this for me, and had it shipped to my house.&nbsp; What a sweet surprise, but even sweeter is the friend that sent it.&nbsp; She has blessed me in more ways than I can count in the last few months just by being a child of God.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><em>A man who has friends must himself be friendly, </em><em>But there is a friend who sticks closer that a brother.</em><br />Proverbs 18:24<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">K.C.</span>KChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11145201384179460066noreply@blogger.com0